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'I don't know the exact address, but I remember she mentioned coming from San Francisco on her first day at the company,' Kayla said hesitantly.

Mrs. Hernandez's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes calculating.

'You'd better keep that to yourself,' she warned, her voice low and menacing.

'Now, take your phone,' she commanded, handing it over to Kayla.

'Tell him not to worry and that you'll be there soon.' Mrs. Hernandez's gaze bore into Kayla's, her eyes seeming to say, 'And don't even think about betraying me'."

"Kayla's hands trembled as she took the phone and typed the message, Mrs. Hernandez's eyes fixed on her every move, scrutinizing her every keystroke.

'Now, delete his number,' Mrs. Hernandez ordered, her voice cold and detached.

Kayla complied, her heart racing.